Date: September 3, 1958
Location: Cheyenne, Wyoming
Time: 8:40 AM
Railroad: Union Pacific
Hawkeye, and Metal Gloss walked together to the yards.
Hawkeye: toi know what I want to do after work?
Metal Gloss: What?
Hawkeye: I want to plan our honeymoon.
Metal Gloss: Can't we do that after we get married?
Hawkeye: What for? It's always great to be prepared.
They entered the yards, and saw Gordon leaning on the yard tower.
Gordon: toi two are an hour, and a half late for work.
Hawkeye: Shut up Gordon.
Metal Gloss: We made plans to get married.
Gordon: *Very angry for no reason* WHAT?!!?
Hawkeye: toi heard her.
Gordon: Anyway, Pete says I'm taking this freight train to some suburb five miles north of here.
Metal Gloss: Strange, Pete told me to do the same thing. toi don't suppose...
Hawkeye: Oh no.
Gordon: We're driving the same train.
Hawkeye: I will not allow it.
Gordon: How come? Can't toi trust me being around your special somepony?
Hawkeye: We're getting married tomorrow, and I don't want toi hurting her.
Gordon: Oh come on, she loves me plus then toi obviously.
Metal Gloss: No I don't. *Backs up towards Hawkeye*
Hawkeye: toi either drive that train with me, ou toi get lost. What's it going to be?
Metal Gloss: What about your passenger train?
Hawkeye: toi can take it.
Gordon: Metal Gloss is going with me, and that's final. *Uses his magic to lift Metal Gloss, and takes her away*
Hawkeye: Just when toi think toi have your enemy defeated, toi realize he has magic, and toi don't.
The freight train was ready, and Gordon got inside the engine with Metal Gloss.
Gordon: *Checks manifest* This says we're supposed to have three diesels on here. Check it for me.
Metal Gloss: I saw three diesels on here before we climbed on board.
Gordon: I a dit check it for me!
Metal Gloss: I already did.
Gordon: Well do it again!
Metal Gloss: *Looks behind her, and sees two other diesels behind the one she is currently in* Yeah, we got three diesels.
Gordon: Good. Now let's go. *Drives train*
Meanwhile, Hawkeye was driving his passenger train with Mirage.
Mirage: What's bothering toi mate?
Hawkeye: I'm about to get married to Metal Gloss, but she's working with Gordon. Who knows what that crazy bastard will do?
Mirage: I'm sure Metal Gloss will be able to take care of herself. toi have to worry about our job.
Hawkeye: Okay, you're right. Though I'm still worried about MG.
Metal Gloss was just sitting in the cab suivant to Gordon while he drove the train.
Metal Gloss: *About to fall asleep*
Gordon: Hey. Wake up!
Metal Gloss: What?
Gordon: Why are toi just sitting there?
Metal Gloss: Because toi only need one poney to drive this train, and toi won't let me do anything.
Gordon: That's no excuse.
Metal Gloss: Try explaining that to Pete.
Gordon: If I catch toi sleeping on the job again, you're gonna be sorry.
Metal Gloss: Somehow, I find that hard to believe. *Sees a sign suivant to the tracks, and reads it* Rasher's Suburbs.
Gordon: What?
Metal Gloss: We need to stop suivant to that sign.
Gordon: What sign?
Metal Gloss: The one you're looking at, stop the train!
Gordon: *Passes sign* I didn't see anything.
Metal Gloss: toi passed it.
Gordon: Why didn't toi tell me about it sooner?
Metal Gloss: *Closes her eyes, and shakes her head* You'll never learn.
2 B Continued
Location: Cheyenne, Wyoming
Time: 8:40 AM
Railroad: Union Pacific
Hawkeye, and Metal Gloss walked together to the yards.
Hawkeye: toi know what I want to do after work?
Metal Gloss: What?
Hawkeye: I want to plan our honeymoon.
Metal Gloss: Can't we do that after we get married?
Hawkeye: What for? It's always great to be prepared.
They entered the yards, and saw Gordon leaning on the yard tower.
Gordon: toi two are an hour, and a half late for work.
Hawkeye: Shut up Gordon.
Metal Gloss: We made plans to get married.
Gordon: *Very angry for no reason* WHAT?!!?
Hawkeye: toi heard her.
Gordon: Anyway, Pete says I'm taking this freight train to some suburb five miles north of here.
Metal Gloss: Strange, Pete told me to do the same thing. toi don't suppose...
Hawkeye: Oh no.
Gordon: We're driving the same train.
Hawkeye: I will not allow it.
Gordon: How come? Can't toi trust me being around your special somepony?
Hawkeye: We're getting married tomorrow, and I don't want toi hurting her.
Gordon: Oh come on, she loves me plus then toi obviously.
Metal Gloss: No I don't. *Backs up towards Hawkeye*
Hawkeye: toi either drive that train with me, ou toi get lost. What's it going to be?
Metal Gloss: What about your passenger train?
Hawkeye: toi can take it.
Gordon: Metal Gloss is going with me, and that's final. *Uses his magic to lift Metal Gloss, and takes her away*
Hawkeye: Just when toi think toi have your enemy defeated, toi realize he has magic, and toi don't.
The freight train was ready, and Gordon got inside the engine with Metal Gloss.
Gordon: *Checks manifest* This says we're supposed to have three diesels on here. Check it for me.
Metal Gloss: I saw three diesels on here before we climbed on board.
Gordon: I a dit check it for me!
Metal Gloss: I already did.
Gordon: Well do it again!
Metal Gloss: *Looks behind her, and sees two other diesels behind the one she is currently in* Yeah, we got three diesels.
Gordon: Good. Now let's go. *Drives train*
Meanwhile, Hawkeye was driving his passenger train with Mirage.
Mirage: What's bothering toi mate?
Hawkeye: I'm about to get married to Metal Gloss, but she's working with Gordon. Who knows what that crazy bastard will do?
Mirage: I'm sure Metal Gloss will be able to take care of herself. toi have to worry about our job.
Hawkeye: Okay, you're right. Though I'm still worried about MG.
Metal Gloss was just sitting in the cab suivant to Gordon while he drove the train.
Metal Gloss: *About to fall asleep*
Gordon: Hey. Wake up!
Metal Gloss: What?
Gordon: Why are toi just sitting there?
Metal Gloss: Because toi only need one poney to drive this train, and toi won't let me do anything.
Gordon: That's no excuse.
Metal Gloss: Try explaining that to Pete.
Gordon: If I catch toi sleeping on the job again, you're gonna be sorry.
Metal Gloss: Somehow, I find that hard to believe. *Sees a sign suivant to the tracks, and reads it* Rasher's Suburbs.
Gordon: What?
Metal Gloss: We need to stop suivant to that sign.
Gordon: What sign?
Metal Gloss: The one you're looking at, stop the train!
Gordon: *Passes sign* I didn't see anything.
Metal Gloss: toi passed it.
Gordon: Why didn't toi tell me about it sooner?
Metal Gloss: *Closes her eyes, and shakes her head* You'll never learn.
2 B Continued
